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Five?! I can top that?!
Maybe. Plenty of booze is available. Underpantywise I am wearing that 'panty pink' pair described recently. Dry. Will stay dry.
Time to sign off. Sipping last beer. Sip.
I need to spice things up before I sign off: 'Anti-semite music.' Beautiful. The 'comments' are written by Jews pretending to be Muslims: Grotesque Jewish propaganda, very common on The Internet nowadays. Don't believe everything you read.
OMG! An intelligent Jew!? Wait... I am way too drunk to evaluate...
Just before I sign off tonight I am savoring my bladder feelings... oops... uh-oh... OMG! I lost control... my butt feels warm... very warm...
I hereby confess that this is the first time I have peed in my pants while blogging.

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The Moment when I am alone, not focused on 'the other' but on myself.
The Moment when I know that I live in a world full of Complete Fucking Idiots!
The Moment when I come to know that my fellow man is actually a biological machine; Helpless; Driven by 'cause and effect;' Mechanical; Worthless.
The Moment I realize my gloriously beautiful self. I am so beautiful. I love me so much.
The Moment I realize that I am a Spiritual Being living in the midst of a Mechanical Universe.
The Moment I realize that I am alone and always will be.

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Watch out. I kid you not. Study those names before you confide.

Which brings us to President Obama: Is he circumcised? Eheh.
Is Obama a Jew? I think so. Rat fuck!
Jew Watch has yet to publish a list of Jews in the Obama Administration, but a Jircumcised Obama has totally convinced my right brain! My left brain resists the idea. I wanted Obama to be an American, not a goddamned Jew!
But the evidence is very clear that American Jewry owns Obama. I thought so. Recall that in my blog I wondered what 'The Jews had on Obama.' I still don't know, but I do know that The American Jewish Establishment owns Obama.
Jews own most all politicians, even Irish politicians. Jews own The Irish. Jews own Christopher Dodd whose speechwriter was a Jew.
Which brings us to...
The Moment.

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I should note here that when I began writing this week's initial entry the DSJC above me were generous with 'taps' but that as the theme became clear, they became silent. I like silent. So time now for a new Green Onion Article.
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San Carlos, CA - Officials at Natus Medical Inc. were horrified yesterday by a reports in local media to the effect that male infants were being sexually mutilated while being strapped down in Natus Circumstraints. The story was initially reported by Peninsula TV (cable channel 26) but then spread rapidly to other media in the area. Natus CEO, Jared Diamond Golden-Silver, a well-known pediatrician, responded to the initial reports with, 'Nonsense!' 'Our circumstraints are designed to immobilize infants who are undergoing important post partum procedures affecting future HIV health status! Natus Circumstraints provide a reliable method for holding the infant down while the procedure is done, thus relieving four nurses who are then free to accomplish other important tasks.'
KQED reporter Leslie McDonald pressed the issue by questioning whether the 'procedure' was 'actually necessary to the future health of infants who were unlikely to encounter the HIV virus for at least the next 12 years.' 'Suppose a vaccine against HIV is developed next year? How can young California men retrieve sexual sensitivity when coming of age?'
'We are working on precisely that problem,' replied Golden-Silver. We call it, 'stretch-o-nomics.' The precise technology is proprietary of course, but the public should be aware that we have the solution well in hand, and that our technicians have already come up with testable models. In fact, we are offering several Stretch-o-nomic models even as we speak, and we are furthermore working in the areas of Transplant Technology and Regenerative Genetics, both designed to restore natural sensory procesees.'
'We Have it Covered!' is our intended future company motto, and our Company Logo depicts our beloved location here in The Bay Area of the peninsula. Are you anti-semitic? Huh? Huh? Answer me that!'

Bay sources reported that McDonald was fired the day after he filed the report, 'for sexual reasons.' No details were given.

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I like the idea of doing a linkdump at the start, so here are the leftovers from last week:
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Why Circumcision Should be Abhored. Freethinker.
Fingertip Amputations Prompt Stroller Recall. This link and the link above are related in the sense that both describe amputations of the most sensitive parts of the appendages involved. But what is really interesting about these two links is the 'violent reaction' (massive recall) in the second (relatively minor) case while the first case - a grotesque example of National Child Abuse - continues to go unnoticed in modern, Jew-dominated American media. The result is that Jew-dominated American Medicine gets away with (in some cases) murder. Where are you Aldous? Aldous? Anybody there? (Aldous Huxley, as you may know, was very much into hallucinogens, which fact links us nicely to last week's blog theme.)
I realize, of course, that any and all criticisim of Jews stamps me as an 'anti-semite,' with all that implies. But WTF: I'm an old man with not much to lose. Anyway, I'm already under attack by the dogshit Jewish cocksuckers. What more can they do?
You, on the other hand are not 'anti-semitic,' but you agree with me in some respects. Your agreement is 'private' because you have no way to discern who amoung your friends and acquaintences is a Jew, and who is not. Who can you safely talk to about this? Good question.
My advice, if you really want to become involved, is to learn about 'Jewish surnames.' Who is a likely Jew. Who is not. Here is a good place to start: Jew watch. This site is a gold mine of Jewish surnames.

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The sequence should probably be titled, 'Going Down, Coming up.' (A sudden lull as I write this reminded me that my neck and facial muscles are not vibrating due to temperature but to microwave radiation. Oh, joy.)
To complete this description, The Acid Experience is actually a sudden, violent, global, neurological change which then reverses itself over a period of about 12 hours, with the result that the subject is treated to valuable information not otherwise possible. The subject becomes aware of Hir complex beauty. It is a trip well worth taking. Do it if you can. In fact, I would suggest that this 'Long Trip' is a milestone on the path to a 'higher life.'

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Which brings us logically to evidence supportive of the preceeding theory. That is to say that here I get to describe some of the effects of LSD on me. Yum! I like this part. Note that this description covers many Acid Trips, and that those trips resulted from between 1 and 2 hits of Acid on an empty stomach.
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30 minutes: Taking deep breaths. Feeling hyper.
35 minutes: Buzzing. Feeling sensual. I go to the bedroom and change underwear. Pink satin panties. Glorious feeling.
60 minutes: I am totally a-buzz, far beyond any booze buzz. New territory. I love it. My entire body is vibrating most enjoyingly. I never thought that I could get this high. Kathy, Jenny, Mark and I get down on all fours in the kitchen enjoying 'BB's world.' (BB is our dog.) I play a game of chess with Kootch. I win. I am horrified by that victory. We never play chess again. Kootch is our 'babysitter.' She suggests that I help her 'do the dishes.' I don't know where to start. She does the dishes while we watch. Kootch is a Goddess. THE Goddess. I will never forget that. Kootch is our 'babysitter.' Her quiet sophisticated competence is far beyond our comprehension. We are in awe of The Japanese Goddess in our midst.
90 minutes: Strange visual effects which we all enjoy: trails (tracers). We do lots of arm-waving and laughing. Communication becomes a problem. We go our separate ways. They watch TV. I go into the LR and listen to Beethoven. Symphony #6. Glorious. Karajan. (but Jewish Dogshit International has removed the link.) JDI sucks.
120 minutes: My visual system is fulminating. Synesthesia. I am seeing the sounds of Beethoven's music. A river of beautiful color flows by my closed eyes modulated by the sounds of Beethoven. The colors are otherworldly. Intense. My intense perception of color stays with me after the Acid effects disappear. The world is more intensely colorful even to this day.
180 minutes: The buzz becomes existense itself, overwhelming everything. Chaos.
210 minutes: Order emerges from chaos. Absolutely glorious! I am laying on our bed. I see a hand next to me. Whose hand is it? Mine? I test the idea by sending it a message to move. It moves! Mind over matter! After that I become an observer. I observe my reassembly. I am a complex being composed of Leggo pieces which have been disassembled. Those pieces are spontaneously reassembling themselves right in front of my eyes. I watch, fascinated.
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That should keep you busy for a while, giving me time to construct the next post. Lessee... Last week I rashly promised to do a blurb about 'entheogens.' No way. Read the book. I remembered it as a 'promise' to do a description of an Acid trip - another formidable task. (But I've done that already. If you're really interested, do a search of LSD on my blogs.)
But I have been wondering about how LSD produces its effects. My experience indicates that the drug affects the brain's Inhibitory System, essentially disabling much of it, over several hours. If I am correct, the IS is an important substrate of Survival Mode (called, 'economic mode' in my blogs). In effect, the IS supresses all neural activity which is antithetical to day-to-day survival, the impairment of which results in a blossoming of very interesting (but economically useless) neural activity. It is this 'blossoming' of neural activity which so astonishes our lean survivalist selves. It is temporary - a necessary quality. We like to do it for a change. We are blown away by it. We are terrified by it. It is an ordeal. But we want to do it again - not too often. It is obviously not addictive. Our Right Brain loves it. Our Left Brain hates it.
This theory suggests that the CNS is specialized but not terminally so: we are more adaptable than we think.

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I'm back a day later than planned (today is saturday) due to some sort of violent neurological reaction to last week's blog. 'Judeo-Faggot Dog Shit Stalkers' seems to have been the phrase which initiated that violent neurological reaction, but that is only a guess. In any case, Thursday night turned out to be quite a challenge, sleepwise, due to heavy microwave radiation between 0200 and 0800. I got up at 1100, feeling tired and achey and unfit to blog, so Kootch and I ate supper together and watched Millionaire. Interestingly, as the day progressed I recovered to the point where I felt 'blog competent' again but by then it was too late for that so I did C-III instead, plus some Drench (both versions) and hit the sack at 2345L. Fun as usual.
This seems to be a good time for a link dump of stuff which has been accumulating in my nexblog file:
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Sayings of the Yiddish Buddha. Very funny mixture of total opposites. Highly recommended.
Obama Acid. I want some! The action here is in the comments. Unusual.
Women in Film. This is Modern Art at its visual-auditory best.
PersonalizeMedia. Astonishing information suggesting that our pale blue dot is in the process of growing a brain.
A Long, Elaborate History of Time (in four parts). Funny.
Hero Rats. I love pet rats.
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2040L. Just finished supper. Sandwiches and potato salad. Yum. I'm way past any kind of intelligent analysis of current events; so, off to my favorite sites: Octopussy. I love this site!
Next is Charleston. I was born there many years ago. Yumzimus maximus! I was born and raised in Charleston. Interesting Stuff. I never fail to visit these three blogs. Note that 'description' does not necessarily match web site name, but the IP addresses are valid. Enjoy
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2111L and I am ready to wrap it up for this week. Tonight's underpants are white with small orange flowers and small pale blue dots. We all live on a small pale blue dot. Really. Next week I plan to do a series on 'Entheogens.' You don't want to miss it.

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I need to talk to God.
Bear with me.
I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and extended the antenna. The Jewish god WHTZSNM answered immediately:
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gd: Hello?
me: Haiti.
gd: Huh?
me: Hispanola.
gd: Is this some kinda joke?
me: Yes! You got it! I am impressed.
gd: Got what?!
me: Earth calling. Hello? Anybody there?
gd: Identify. Who are you? Say your NGC number.
me: NGC Zero.
gd: No such number.
me: I'm calling from Earth, located in one of the spiral arms of NGC Zero. Pat Robertson claims that the recent earthquake in Haiti was retribution for an old slave uprising supposedly aided by Your nemesis, The Devil.
gd: Interesting. I would like to meet you and learn more. Where are you?
me: NGC Zero.
gd: No such location. You are imaginary. (hangs up)
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Not very funny, is it. This realization prompted me to down my last sip of beer and pour a shot of Canadian Mist over ice cubes, with added Diet Pepsi. Yum. Two 'Natural's' left for next week.
And it is only 1932L! OMG!
I am sipping the glass of booze as I write this at 1934L. Buzzing, remembering (tap) my original intention. What was that? Education. This blog is not so much a complaint as an elucidation. I pass on my coping strategies to you fucking idiots, and you lap it up as well you should.
I am Teacher. You are Student.
Never forget that.

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The big news this week is Haiti, of course. Pat Robertson wants you to think that the earthquake was a signal of God's disapproval of Haiti's 'pact with the devil' wherewith African slaves revolted succesfully against their French slaveowners back in the 1790s. Haiti was the first example of what eventually became known as 'the black evolution' (my characterization - feel free to correct me) as African slaves eventually won freedom in the West, step by step. Pat Robertson is an idiot, of course, and blamed the current earthquake on that supposed Pact with the Devil: God might take a long time to 'get even' but He eventually gets even! Watch out!
My take on the subject is that the 'Haitians' were premature in their rebellion. As a result they missed out on the natural processes associated with the societal dynamics involved. They were left behind, and remained in a relatively primitive state as other black Africans elsewhere absorbed western genes and western culture and became relatively prosperous as a result.
But we do not blame them, of course. Indeed, as we watched the tragedy unfold on TV these last few days we were moved to intervene in the form of money contributions. We contributed what we thought appropriate. I thought 50 dollars was appropriate in my case. If you are a billionaire you probably thought that a similar fraction of your rescourses was appropriate. We do what we can, you and me. Right?

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Back to the subject of 'nose rad' (Nose Radiation). This form of microwave energy penetrates flesh to about one half inch or so. It causes intense irritation in the nasal passages when aimed at the face, the result of which is much sneezing and mucus production. In lower concentrations it causes only a constant watery mucus flow, and the nose literally drips mucus. There is no 'urge to sneeze.' (tap) Why am I on this subject tonight? The stalkers want me to be on this subject tonight! Fine with me. Not only was I hit with massive 'nose rad' when I logged in, I was also hit by massive nose rad this morning after Kootch left at 0700L. I had not got quite enough sleep and hoped that they would leave me alone for another hour or two, so I returned to bed. My log reads:
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1-15-10
Up at 0800 (1-2 nose rad about 0730)
0807 LR Nose Rad since 0800
0812 LR IRFS, SCRS begins - HEAVY until 0930 --> BR
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And the log continues until 1345L. But I want to draw your attention to the second entry, '(Up at 0800 (1-2 nose rad about 0730).' The 1-2 entry refers to a unique instance of nose radiation experienced this morning. There was a sudden intense burning feeling (thump) in only the left nostril. Since I was lying on my right side, the radiation could only have come from the apartment above. This type of radiation causes violent sneezing, but I was unwilling to allow it. (By the way, I love to sneeze!) I lay there, observing my sensations, determined not to give them the satisfaction (tap) of a reaction. My left nostril began throbbing violently as the burning subsided, then it began to drip watery mucus. I lay there, unmoving, observing. Drip, drip, drip. About a minute later my right nostril experienced much the same intense burning. I lay there, unmoving, observing, determined not to sneeze. As the burning subsided I felt the same intense throbbing as before, and that nostril also began to drip, drip, drip. I lay there as both nostrils dripped and the throbbing subsided. After about five minutes or so I grabbed my 'blow nose panties' and got rid of huge amounts of nasal mucus. I felt some 'solids' go by, which might have ended up in my Booger Bible had things been different that morning. Then it was over. I got out of bed soon after.
So there! I hope that you piles of Judeo-Faggot Dog Shit Stalkers are satisfied with that report!

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1426L. One beer is down already. Heavy 'nose radiation' just as I logged in to Blogger. Ten sneezes in four minutes; huge mucus flows; several nose-blows (tap); seems to have stopped at 1431L. We shall see. Eyes watering. This is a bit of unusual timing (tap) indicating...?
Standby while I read last week's posts, prepared to be surprised... Amazing. I had forgot almost all of it, but every word clicked except for the word 'kimchee' (spelled with an 'n') as I reread it just now. Viewed from my perspective I am one funny muthafuka while drunk. You are free to think otherwise, of course.
Back to the subject of 'nose rad.' It has been quite heavy the last two or three weeks; lots of nose blowing, and some fine 'bible boogers' in the morning, which I paste faithfully into my Booger Bible. (Does that bother you? Could be worse, you know. I could have selected it as my potty book - with all that implies. Speaking of which, my current pottie book is 'The Long Trip, A Prehistory of Psychedelia' by Paul Devereux. This is an excellent book about the history of mind-altering drug use by various civilizations throughout known history. God and Drugs appear to have an ancient connection. This is no surprise to me, an 'Acid veteran.')

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Beginning my last drug of the moment, whiskey. Things will now go rapidly downhill.
But I remembered that I needed to call Lucifer for some reason.
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lu: Hello?
me: Me again.
lu: Mozart arrived last week. He likes you!
me: I like Mozart too.
lu: He wants to provide some sort of favor to you.
me: I want his recommendation concerning his most popular music.
lu: Standby... is it nightime in Denver?
me: Yes.
lu: Mozart suggests this gloriously popular piece.
me: Ok. Download it... OMG!
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And screw god. Really. It is very important that you deny 'god' any and all power in your life. You cannot be happy being yourself if god is constantly watching you and making judgements. So kick god out of your life. Realize that you are god and that there is no other god. Act accordingly. Become God. Renounce evil. God did much evil. Improve on God. Shame the dumbassmuthafucka with your conduct as god. This is a very easy assignment.
And I could go on and on, of course.
1813L and Kootch has hit the sack. We are alone again. Halfway through next-to-last beer. Listening to this. Beautiful.
Took my last sip of my next-to-last beer at 1832L. I'm back from the fridge now. Sip. First sip of my last beer. Time to get sensual. Time to reveal to all my lovelies what I am wearing under my shorts tonight. Ready for this?!
I bought these panties yesterday at Wall Mart. 5 panties for 9 dollars. What a bargain! Size 13. Cotton. Panty pink. Made in Thailand. At your local Wall-Mart. Get them while they last! Wear them in bed every night in remembrance of me. Masturbate. Sleep soundly.

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Bad news for Bud: I didn't notice the transition from leftover Natural Light to Bud Light just now. NL is cheaper. I only needed a six pack this week because I had 4 NLs left from last week. Beginning beer #6. Four beers left. Rotsa whiskey. Only 1630L! Where is Kathy Lee? Vacation? Come back Kathy Lee! You and Hoda go so well together!

'Happiness' was the theme this week. Both PBS and TODAY had (Oops. Accidentally left this blog. The upside is that I discovered an unpublished post (8) and published it.) Are you happy?
Think about it. Think first about the extremes: Unhappies commit suicide. Uberhappies end up in the looney bin. You want 'the golden mean.' You want the Goldilocks Ideal. I know the secret to happiness. Here is my prescription for you: retract into the present moment. You speculate too much. You remember too much. Enough with that shit. Look at yourself. Feel yourself. Forget everything else. Observe yourself. Look in the mirror. Watch yourself 'think.' (Yes you can!) Enjoy your body and your mind. You are a miracle! Feel yourself. Take a hot shower and feel your body as it interacts with the external world. Forget all that other shit. Enjoy the moment. Enjoy your existence. Love yourself. Realize that you are god hirself. Realize furthermore that you have eternal life: you will never experience 'death.' Death cannot be 'experienced.' Birth happened. Death will happen. But neither event can be 'experienced.' Between those extremes you live your eternal life. You were never 'born.' You will never 'die.' You can only live within those brackets. Enjoy it! Be happy.

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Kootch walked by just now, headed to her room. 'Supper,' she said. Investigation revealed that she had a bowl of 'ocha zuke' (oh-cha-zu-keh). I got the recipe:
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1 cup rice
Fish (leftover salmon in this particular case but usually dried bonito flakes)
1.5 cups of green tea (hot water in this case)
Nori (a dried seaweed condiment)
Soy sauce to taste
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Very healthy fare. My supper will be leftover salmon, soy sauce, rice, kinchee. She wasn't very hungry because we had both eaten lots of popcorn an hour or two previously while watching Millionaire. I was drinking my first beer, and about halfway through M I began going into my buzzed personality. I told Kootch that we should do this someday while I drink beer and she does wine. Shall I ambush her next week with a bottle of wine? Maybe just a small glass of Diet Pepsi and CM? Sounds fun. Now, if I can only remember to do it...
What fun reading last week's posts! I had forgot most all of it due to the booze, but memory is an amazing thing, apparently needing only hints here and there to reconstruct something 'forgotten.'
It is beginning to look like this will be a 'slow night,' but we shall see. I have nothing 'prepared' having spent much of my free time this week playing Drench and Civilization III.

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0200L and Kootch and I just interacted with each other in a most gloriously beautiful way which I cannot describe. Amazing! I am so fucking drunk at the moment that I will forget. Suffice it to say that my faith in Kootch has been fully restored! She is my Beautiful Japanese Woman. I love it! She is so beautiful. I will continue my policy of being gentle with my ignorant, beautiful, Japanese Woman. But we are not soulmates! I have never met my soulmate. Probably never will.

0226L and time to hit the sack while Kootch begins her day which corresponds somewhat to her family in Japan: add 16 hours to MST. Morning becomes evening and telephone calls acquire a timely meaning in that regard.

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I just watched the various TV channels as the New Year approached. Fun. We are all now living in 2010. Could be worse. Really? I don't know. You don't know. Nobody knows. We shall see. My personal opinion is that 'to be or not to be' depends on the eventual results.
Last drink at 0050L. Whiskey. Lots of beer left. Whiskey loves my colon. Beer does not.
(Kootch just now walked past me on her way to pee. Her appearance was a beautiful moment in a generally blah emotional environment. She said, 'You still awake?!' I replied in the affirmative. She was smiling at me in such a way that my mood jumped up a notch or two. Beautiful. I love Kootch in spite of her... predilections... Kootch is my only connection to 'the female.' I hang on to Kootch... the best fuck of my life. I love Kootch. I know furthermore that I am the best fuck of her life.
But we are not 'soul mates.' We both know it. But we love each other nevertheless. I presume that this is based on sexual experience.